It’s another year
And with spring
The automatic sprinklers
Once again run like clockwork
Mesmerizing in the morning
Making me feel like an inmate
In an insane asylum
Or old folks home
Bound to view the world
Through the screen
Of a window or TV
Bound within while
Merging without a world
Of vibrant greens
The hypnotic pulse
Of watered lawns
A metronome
To ground my mind
Within the illusion
Of time
(4/30/25)
Insane asylum, oh asylum,
Your walls hum with despair,
In echoes carved by silent screams,
A piece of me is there.
A shard of light, a tethered flame,
Clings to what I used to be,
But shadows rise with grasping hands,
And plead to set it free.
Oh asylum, cruel and kind,
Guard my soul; let it rest,
For if I lose this fractured mind,
Perhaps I’ll find my best.
Insane asylum, oh asylum,
Your corridors twist and bind,
A labyrinth where whispers crawl,
And pieces of me unwind.
I teeter on the brink of voids,
A precipice so steep,
Caught between the chaos’ roar,
And where the silences weep.
Oh asylum, cradle my cries,
Subdue the storms inside,
For though I ache to let it go,
I dread the hollow tide.
Insane asylum, oh asylum,
Reveal the truths untold,
In the crucible of my breaking,
Forge a spirit bold.
From ashes rise a phoenix cry,
Defiant in the night,
Let madness sing its hymn to life,
And set the heavens alight.
:: 11.22.2024 ::
Build a padded wall around the entire earth.
We've become one giant insane asylum.
For which there's no cure.
While you're at it.
Hang a neon vacant eyes sign.
For everything has turned the deepest shade of blind.
Right has turned into wrong/wrong spliced into right.
We've become the galactic idiot-a universal blight.
That's what happens when you replace growth.
With a quick-fix prick, Charmers and anorexic influencers.
When mountains of youth are glazed with victimhood.
Unearned accolades -no accountability balm.
There's no longer social sedimentation.
Between the saint and psychopath.
God is flipping us the dirty bird.
While searching for his misplaced wrath.
Big born senility became bane without you
Brain turned me baseless but I still remember you
I know, you left me alone in the brightest darkness of the world
And you yourself unified in an unique universe my Bird.
I stayed in the purest heart paying a great price
The year's trial by ordeal and sacrifice
Unworthy of my love now dear duffer
As you threw me away lonely in old reminiscences to suffer.
Do you know? the first meet in a garden of love
You were shy and statue of dove
Said yes and accepted me
The first touch of your palm blow me in a glee.
How to bear alienation of yours?
I see you neither in nor outside of the doors
The revenge lastly, you wanted to take of the squabbles
So you made me lonely one as beggar as king in the fables.
I packed myself in an emptied home of hell
In your memory, I cry to full of my heart and yell
The last only wish to embrace your hanged image on wall
As I am being ready to send in an insane asylum by your kids,kins and all.
I promise though you backed of yours
Please come back, I won't let you to shed tears
If not the Aphrodite, don't get hurt
I will die for you to take new birth.
A man was sick and he loved to kill.
Committing murder gave him a thrill.
He stabbed people and shot some with guns.
Human beings meant nothing to him, it was fun.
He cut a man's heart out and it's enough to make people cringe.
Seeing his dad kill himself is what caused him to come unhinged.
He sneaked up behind a woman and slit her throat.
He was proud of the killings and decided to gloat.
Gloating was what caused him to be caught by the cops.
People are very thankful because he has been stopped.
When people found out that he was the killer, it was a big surprise.
He is locked up in an insane asylum and will be there until he dies.
More Great Horn Poems Limerick Style
God from clouds produced a leak;
Turned into thunder from squeak;
A big feast,
In mid East,
And source of trauma was a sheik.
Were way ahead and completion beating;
Trump won and many problems is meeting
He always was knowing,
Golden showers flowing;
The devil in hell wants him to be greeting.
All options and goals Trump had eluded;
From parties excluded and not included;
A big bore,
Did ignore;
By him all of us had been badly deluded.
More Horn Great Poems Limerick Style
Businesses by Trump were being shorted;
Facts and figures were all badly distorted;
Have him fired;
Deported desired;
Into insane asylum, we had him escorted.
Trump we knew never believed in Triage;
So God did have to apply Holy message;
Of bad sin Trump was hit by big barrage.
Hope all of this will start off your day while
laughing and smiling.
Jim Horn
Trump In An Insane Aslyum
Trump is trying to roll in regulations;
Said we are going on more vacations;
Guessing game;
Ideas are lame;
Insane asylum should be with patience's
Jim Horn
About Trump Admitted
About Trump we have often admitted,
To insane asylum should be committed;
Each sight after sight;
All day through night;
Due to being disturbed and dimwitted.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Is the world turning into a huge maximum insecurity prison or a global insane asylum. or perhaps a used mousetrap. Or maybe a used rat trap. snap!!!! there is a choice.
PTSD, this is nothing that's new,
it's just a new label to stick on you
They now blame it on the wars today,
unless for your trauma they have to pay.
Then all of a sudden, it changes it's name,
and you are accused of the malingering game.
So you lost an eye, arm or a leg or two,
that's happened for years, it's nothing new.
No one over the years ever tried to explain,
when you scream and shout they say your insane.
You could fight and yell until you were numb,
then they hid you away in the insane asylum.
Now in the 21st century, they start to see,
that your moaning and griping is reality.
Your suffering can't be swept under the mat,
too many now shouting, we deserve better than that.
We were beaten, spit on, blown up and abused,
why should we take this, we're not the accused.
We did our duty as we were ordered to on the day,
now all we ask for is a sense of fair play.
Years ago when into a corner we would flee,
from years of molestation and depravity.
Whether your a child or have already grown old,
you have a story that needs to be told,
If your in authority listen to me please.
This pain hidden inside is not a disease
© Dave Timperley 19 August 2016
Mute, and bitter silence
Is all I’ll ever hear
For this emptiness confines me
And makes me pull my hair
I cannot forget him
For he took the last of my heart
I will always miss him
My brain all torn apart
I hope I get visited
That my parents once again
Come see their lonesome daughter
In this insane asylum
It gets pretty boring
Sitting in this padded chair
But useless I try roaring
Because they have taken away my air
I guess I will go now
For my nurse has come with my meds
I will be pretty bored now
That I lost my only friend
I hope you come and see me again
But of course you’ll be here soon
For my little friend up in my head
Me and him share a room
We share our padded chair
And we sneak in little breaths
They try to take away my friend
But the meds wear off instead
So only for a couple hours
I’ll have to sit by myself
For my little friend
Will surely come out
And start talking again
By: Sami LaRose
Spinning spinning
Am I winning
Or are the thoughts?
They're taking over
My brain, driving me insane
To the edge to the edge I say!
I go to the edge of Kings Park insane asylum I jump off;
I wish I was dead
One side says jump
One side says "fall"
One side says not to do anything at all
But what can I do
When all I think about is you?
My brain is always spinning with the thoughts of you inside my head
Sometimes I just wish I was dead
It make it much easier to get to you out of my head
But I know all hope is not lost and I am no longer stranded in the dark
I know that I must let you go
Close the curtains to the show;
But it feels so lost without you here
I feel as if I will never get out of this place; I call fear
Life without you isn't always great
It made me cold and isolated
I am always wishing you were here, to help me get rid of the fear
But I know reality too well, and I also know this place it is called hell
I live here, without you now.
Hopefully I will not end up, six feet underground.
"Doth if not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art,
To feel how I press thy singing
Close to my heart?"
Close to my heart you came
When of you I learned of horror
How you were locked to tame
The depression trapped though error
In insane asylum
Years of electro shock treatment
Made her even more glum
Her writing helped with this ailment
Misdiagnose illness
How could those doctors make error
Despite works reflect giftedness
Janet Frame's poems "The Pocket Mirror"
Quote is from:
"The Passionate Reader To His Poet"
Written by:Richard Le Galliene
Contest: The Passionate Reader
Sponsor: Constance~My Dear Heart~
Janet Frame
A New Zealand Author
She left a foundation to help young writers..
Darkened abyss mirrored in the night
Hazed over in a gloomy shame
Blocking all of my peripheral sight
Lonely and lost without a name
Forgotten and trapped buried in fright
Dwelling in all of my haunting past sins
Waning moon lost in the depths of the night
Defending myself and battling without my friends
Furious red eyes watch my every step
Cursing my mind with negative thoughts
So, so, deep in my demented mind in depth
Feeling my soul disintegrate as my body rots
Dying inside but nobody knows how I feel
Circling through my insane mind frame
For my sanity and love someone did steal
Ward #B Insane Asylum torment and pain
Given up hope and all that means well
Given up loving and the passionate nerve
Dying and burning in this insanity Hell
Cars coming at me blindly --- unable to swerve
Not a nightmare --- but real-life indeed!
Not exaggerating but speaking the truth
Because I just don't qualify for the human breed
Darkened abyss mirrored in the night
Hazed over in a gloomy, shattering, shame
Blocking all of my visions and sight
Lonely and lost without a name
Forgotten and trapped, buried in fright
Dwelling and stuck in all of my past sins
The waning moon lost in the depths of the night
Defending myself and battling without my friends
Dying inside but nobody knows how I feel
Circling through over again my insane mind frame
For my sanity and love someone did steal
Ward #B Insane Asylum torment and pain
Given up hope and all that means well
Given up on loving and my passionate nerve
Dying and engulfed in these flames of Insanity Hell
Cars coming at me blindly ~ unable to swerve
Furious red eyes watch my every step
Cackling at my shame and despairs
Possessing my thoughts and so in depth
Following this everlasting maze ~ as my heart rips and tears
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